Blue Monday's Daring Blog

I became more proficient at letter writing. I concentrated on the detail that was relevant and wrote with more confidence. I was earnest, honest and descriptive. I never tried to be someone I wasn’t and at least I could spell. I reckoned this counted for something, even if my hand-writing was still that of a retarded spider. To be honest this was probably my downfall and explained why I never had any replies. A man shouldn’t be judged on his hand-writing alone, but there must have been some doubt about whether this man wasn’t under-age and still in the bottom grade of hand-writing school. The enclosed photo, therefore, assumed massive importance. This was something I never changed. I was confident that looking very ple ... [more]

After Annabel I needed to get my breath back. Although, to be honest, I arrived home every evening hoping that there’d be a letter on the mat inviting me back to her ideal home. But every night I was disappointed. With more experience it became apparent that such encounters were fuelled by the illicit excitement of ‘sex with a stranger’. Once you’d met for the first time you were never a stranger again. One of life’s truisms…..you can only ever meet someone for the first time once. After that it’s never the unknown again.

I worked hard and loved my job. Several months went by and it was summer. I deserved a holiday. Something never affordable before. Some friends booked a villa holiday ... [more]